For ny honey-bee...
something must be wrong with me
if even eating a mandarin
has me thinking of thee
hot sultry passionate thoughts
not really ones usually fraught
with ***** longings & mind fed scenes
oh lordy, here come the nectarines
I guess it harks back to when you fed
me your luscious fruitful breakfast in bed
did things with fruit that made me blush
talking your sweet time in no real rush
to savour the flavours of every bite
another new chapter for our lovers rites
so now as I eat mandarins sitting in bed
all I see now as juice bursts is you in my head
and as the citrus scent fills my nose
I can't even whisper where my mind goes
to make oneself blush is no mean feat
yet it has me squirming, jump in my seat
no innocent poem about sweet mandarin
rather the undone state you have me in
J.C. "honey-owl" 04/05/2019.
May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 2:33 AM UTC
For ny honey-bee...
something must be wrong with me
if even eating a mandarin
has me thinking of thee
hot sultry passionate thoughts
not really ones usually fraught
with ***** longings & mind fed scenes
oh lordy, here come the nectarines
I guess it harks back to when you fed
me your luscious fruitful breakfast in bed
did things with fruit that made me blush
talking your sweet time in no real rush
to savour the flavours of every bite
another new chapter for our lovers rites
so now as I eat mandarins sitting in bed
all I see now as juice bursts is you in my head
and as the citrus scent fills my nose
I can't even whisper where my mind goes
to make oneself blush is no mean feat
yet it has me squirming, jump in my seat
no innocent poem about sweet mandarin
rather the undone state you have me in
J.C. "honey-owl" 04/05/2019.
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